Mutilated Torsos!!

All of us said farewell to our clay torsos…since they’ll probably be destroyed after we take off our plaster mold. But I can dream, can’t I?

There’s a specific name for what we stuck into our clay torsos, but for the life of me I cannot remember what it’s called. But what’s really important here is that I (and the entire class) were silently weeping when we stuck these “things” into the creations we spent a good few weeks on.